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I wake up to that I miss you.

As I reveal it now,

I realise the forbidden,

And as I question it, why,

it helps me wake up,

That it can never be.

That I only want the drug in you,

that will ease my slow death,

As I dwindle in an ocean.

I wish I knew,

why I wait for you.

But I really think

you’re only a virtual sip

Of liquor,

To keep me drunk,

To keep me drugged.